[Intro: Bootychaaain & Lil House Phone]

(Yo, Ned, turn that light down a little bit)

Du-du-du-du-du

Gwallah Gang, Awful, Nedarb

House Phone, House Phone, uh, uh

'Ful, ’Ful, 'Ful, 'Ful

(One, two, one, two, three, ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil House Phone]

Put your hands on your knees, come and swing my way now

Scam so much they delete her PayPal

She tryna fuck with me ’cause she see I'm paid now

Too bright, nigga throw on shades now

I'm a hot nigga, number one top giver

I'm a thot nigga, eatin' up the box, nigga

I fuck my white bitch, she say, "Give me cock, ****"

Yeah, I got my hand on the trigger

And I ain't fell asleep, been up for two days

'Bout to take the coupe and scoop some Howlin' Ray’s

I like my bitches dark and light and all shades

And like a barber shop, we catchin’ all fades

[Verse 2: Father]

Yeah, yeah, catchin' all fades

Tight like rope, we catchin’ all slaves

Girl, she a freak, it's not just a phase

Shawty get crushed and ate up like Lays

Nigga say that he cut, know he lyin'

Hit it from behind, it was red like Heinz

Red light, green light, I'ma get a fine, yeah

I don’t like somethin', boy, I'ma drop a dime

Triflin', boy, you know I told

Sold his dope then I fucked his ho

Cappin' ass nigga, yeah, he thought we was friends

Nigga outside, then he went back in

Shit, got two guns, House, Mark, I know Denzel

Man on fire, yeah, I'm already in here

Hittin' on your bitch, boy, you wrong, that's a female

Niggas hatin' pussy, I can tell he an incel

[Verse 3: Bootychaaain]

Catch me in your city, but only for the weekend

Shawty actin' bougie but I know that she a skeezer

Bitch, you goin' dumb when they hear me in the speakers

Playin' in the field, used to sittin' in the bleachers

Pull up on my bro, he still workin' on the visa

Tell me 'bout a ho, I'ma tell you you don't need her

Tell you you don't need her

Tell you you don't need her, workin' on the weekend

Party every day, never know when I'm leavin'

Know it's freak mom and you know I'm a freak bitch

Sippin' on Tecate, flirtin' with your hombre

Tweakin' on a ho 'cause shawty actin' raunchy

Niggas wanna dip 'cause they know that I'm saucin'

Still slut mom so you know that she boppin'

Know that she poppin', know that she pop shit

Too iced out 'cause it's lookin' like a latte

[Verse 4: Lil House Phone]

I'm on thirty milligrams with a bitch, that's forty

I just took a bump, now I'm shittin' in the party

When I'm with my old bitch, sippin' gin and tonics

Suckin' on my balls while I roll my chronic

[Verse 5: Father]

She fast and she Crip, call that bitch lil' Sonic

Lil' slow, but she cold, and she hooked on phonics

Sippin' on potent, and boy, I'm throwed on tonic

She love your bro 'cause I'm so demonic

[Verse 6: Bootychaaain]

You a bad bitch, let me see that body

Do you work out? Do you do pilates?

I'ma sip this, I'ma sip on tonic

You a bad bitch, so you act real naughty

Freak lil' ho, freak lil' shone

Do it on your knees, get on the floor

Get on the floor, get real low

You a lil' ho, act like you know

[Outro: Bootychaaain]

Okay, rain, rain, rain, rain